#fungus scifi

[hezzabeth]

Revati stormed out into the hot, heavy darkness. Everything was quiet and still, the dead hair dryer was smoking. In the distance, someone was singing. Revati walked towards it, her feet stumbling over tree roots. Bridgadeiro Bun was sitting next to a tree.

"I told you to wait at camp," Revati gently scolded him.

"I got bored! Are you ready to go? Mama hates it when I'm late for Apple day Dinner," Bridgadeiro taking her hand.

It was a new vibrant gesture.

One that for a long time Revati never dared wished for.

A gesture that began a few short months ago with a dance.

Bridgadeiro's eyes suddenly widened with surprise and he gasped. A thick plastic cord had sprung from the feel, wrapping itself around his neck.

Three hair dryers remained, and Revati had one more to confront.

"Will you please just let him go? I have a weapon," Revati addressed the darkness.

An older hair dryer appeared, its black cord attached to its base.

"You humans killed my husband, the least I can do is kill yours," the hair dryer said in a lady's voice. Strictly speaking, the appliances didn't actually need electric cords or genders, or spouses for that matter. For a species that despises humans, they did seem to copy them quite a bit.

"He's not my husband!" Revati pointed out. In truth, she wasn't sure what Bridgadeiro was. When she said goodbye to him four years ago at the end of an empty train ride, she was sure she'd never see him again. But then a week or so later, he appeared "just to check up on his tent." This happened quite often, no matter where Revati went. When he wasn't visiting, he sent messages to Revati's bangle, photos of random things he had spotted, such as a butterfly on a garbage bin, sincere questions about what she was up to. Every year, Revati put her foot down and insisted on traveling back to Olde Landon for Diwali, and every year for three years running, Bridgadeiro Bun was waiting at the gates.

One year he had actually, much to everyone's horror, brought the infamous ex-girlfriend, Margarine. She was a short and extraordinarily pretty girl with freckles and Snow White hair. Whenever she stood next to Bridgadeiro, she clung to his arm in a way that showed off her cleavage. They stayed for the entire two-week festival. Margarine kept exclaiming over how "adorable" everything was while also bragging about her family's "modern living orb." She insisted on sleeping with Bridgadeiro in the greenhouse but complained the next morning about how the soil bags hurt her back. It seemed like she was obsessed with getting every single resident's name wrong. Needless to say, everyone was happy when Bridgadeiro arrived alone the next year.

"Then you don't care if I kill him?" the hair dryer asked.

"Of course I care!" Revati protested. Last Diwali, during Lakshmi Pujan, Bridgadeiro had helped her walk up and down Baker Street, handing out firecrackers to all the residents.

"I can't believe you brought these all the way from your space station!" Revati remarked.

"Well, your Nanni said last year she missed being able to say goodbye to your ancestors properly," he said with a small shrug.

"You're far too helpful! Look at everything you've done," Revati remarked, gesturing about. The plants Bridgadeiro had grown on Baker Street were still thriving. Several of Dusk's students were picking winter berries.

"It's not that much, and it's the least I can do," he replied.

"You repaid me for saving your life a long time ago," Revati said, glancing toward him. They were standing so close together their hands were almost touching. When Revati turned her head toward him, she briefly felt one of his cotton candy curls brush against her cheek.

"Oh no, I do all these things because I like you," he replied. The space between them was very close. In the distance, Revati could hear the whoosh and bang of firecrackers.

Revati swung the mace with a practiced, perfect motion, slamming it into the hair dryer. The air filled with beautiful bright sunlight, and the hair dryer collapsed. Bridgadeiro fell to the ground, still gasping desperately.

"Did you... have to kill her?" Bridgadeiro gasped.

"She's an AI machine; they're probably uploading her brain into a new dishwasher as we speak," Revati reassured him.

There was a clanking sound, and the android appeared.

"Good evening, your majesty," Bridgadeiro wheezed.

"I thought you told your pet clown to wait at the tent," the android remarked coldly as Revati helped Bridgadeiro up.

"He got bored," Revati said as Bridgadeiro brushed down the front of his blue-checked shirt.

"No real harm done! Do you want to head back to the tent to get your luggage?" Bridgadeiro asked Revati, who nodded as something twisted in her stomach. Nerves.

In the year 3556, there were exactly four hundred and eighty-seven major religions across the solar system. There were the old classics such as Hinduism, Christianity, Islam, and Judaism. There were the meta religions such as the Lovecraftians who worshiped fictional kings in yellow. There were the cults that worshiped objects such as carrots and shoes. Then there were the historical figure faiths. The Church of Dollyhart. The Temple of Sweet Baby Elvis. One of the largest historical religions was, of course, "Goupism," or as Nanni called it, "That parasite cult."

As far as Revati could tell, Goupism centered around a beautiful lady who long ago stole hundreds of ideologies. Of course, "Goupers" didn't call it that. They called it "mindful integration."

Bridgadeiro wasn't a religious nut. He didn't force people to wear nothing but an assigned color. He also didn't spray people with "psychic vampire" spray. He did, however, have faith. Faith wasn't something Revati really encountered.

"So, this holiday you're taking me to is to celebrate the existence of apples?" Revati confirmed as they stumbled upwards in the dark.

"Apples, ridiculous! In my court, we only attend festivals that are at least a thousand years old," the android remarked, its eyes lighting the way.

"It's to celebrate both apples and the goddess's daughter. It's about how such a simple universal fruit can be used to fulfill so many needs," Bridgadeiro explained to the android.

"I do like apple juice and apple pie," Revati conceded.

"Not to mention apple cider," Bridgadeiro added.

Up ahead, Bridgadeiro's tent shimmered in the dark. When Revati first heard about Bridgadeiro's tent, she was expecting an all-terrain raincoat propped up on a stick. Instead, the tent was a massive blood-red bioluminescent mushroom. As they approached the tent, Bridgadeiro gently pushed aside some of the fungus, creating a small opening. Once they were inside, the fungus sealed behind them. The inside of the tent was filled with sinister red light. A light Revati had long ago gotten used to.

"You know in my court, we have a massive Chocovale festival! We create an entire palace using only the finest Neptunian cocoa," the android declared as Revati grabbed her luggage. Her luggage consisted of a battered backpack stuffed to the top.

"That's nice," Revati replied. It was best to act as polite and dull as possible whenever the android went on one of her "court" rants.

"Never settle for apples when you can have chocolate, my dear," the android replied, and Revati smacked the android with the side of her bag.

"I thought we agreed when I signed my working contract that you would stay out of my personal life!" Revati snapped back.

Four years ago, Revati had been nothing more than an unpaid sidekick. Three years ago, however, when it became obvious that Dityaa did not want to be found, Revati almost went home. Then the android started doing something extraordinary. The android started paying her. Paying her to follow along, changing parts, and polishing metal as they traveled from city to city. Paying her to fight off bandits who were trying to steal the android's eyes. Sometimes it seemed like she paid Revati just to listen. Revati didn't want to think about being a ghost haunting an android for money.

"We did, but your personal life is interfering with your work! We are so close to finding Perdita! Closer than we've ever been! And you're running off to pick apples with your beau," the android snapped.

Revati glared at the android before grabbing Bridagdeiro by shirt and defiantly kissing him.

"My holiday break started twenty minutes ago! If I want to pick apples, I will pick apples," Revati spat back after letting a shocked Bridgadeiro go.

"We don't actually pick the apples on apple day; we did that two weeks ago," Bridgadeiro remarked, touching his lips and looking stunned.

"Really, Revati? You can do so much better than this! Once I find Perdita, I can find you a spouse that rules an entire moon," the android sighed, and Revati folded her arms.

"Maternity droid, open up battery-saving mode," Revati said.

"Don't you dare!" The android shrieked.

"Enter sleep mode until the battery is fully charged," Revati said, and the android slowly made a clicking sound as it powered down.

"Her battery won't start charging until the sun rises, and then we'll have ten hours," Revati said, pulling a small eye dropper out of her pants pocket. Carefully, she squeezed a drop of liquid onto the tent's walls, and they exploded in a cloud of glittery spores. Revati put the eye dropper away and pulled out a small plastic box, using it to scoop up some of the spores.

Revati was going to reluctantly miss the rainforest; it was nice being able to go out at night without freezing to death.

"You kissed me," Bridgadeiro stammered as Revati put the box away.

"I kissed you to prove a point," Revati replied, holding up a hand.

"The last time you did that, you said it was never going to happen again," Bridgadeiro replied, gently grabbing her hand.

Revati stared at it briefly, remembering last Diwali, the fireworks crackling in the sky, Bridgadeiro's hair smelling like lemon and spices.

"Because of Margarine! You kept breaking up and getting back together with her so many times it gave me psychic whiplash," Revati said, snatching her hand away.

"And I told you that night it was done," Bridgadeiro said gently. It was that same gentle voice that so many fell in love with. Everyone adored Bridgadeiro, the way people loved marshmallows and pillows.

"And I told you I'm nobody's second choice," Revati said firmly before scanning the dark, trying to find the track that eventually led to the forest's main town.

The sort of people who loved Revati were the crazy ones who loved ghost peppers and hardback chairs.

"You're not second! I invited you to Apple day," Bridgadeiro said as Revati began to walk down the path, leaving the sleeping android behind.

"Let's just keep going! The town is an hour's walk away," Revati replied.

"Can I hold your hand? You might slip in the dark," Bridgadeiro replied.

"Fine," Revati conceded. In the buzzing insect darkness, someone watched them go.

[fatihulusoy]

Greetings folks! Did somebody say fungus bots? its time to spore some trouble i guess :) ok it wasnt funny i get it.. Anyways meet with new fungus based biohybrid bot..

before i start to explain how its works lets take a look at its backstory shall we?

The idea was almost age old actually, experimentation of soft body robotics and bio robotics and today its reshape as we see biohybrid robotics with the search for more sustainable, self-healing, and biodegradable materials. Traditional robots are often made from synthetic materials and metals, which can be rigid, non-biodegradable, and challenging to repair. The researchers at Cornell University sought to overcome these limitations by integrating biological elements into robotic systems.

The team turned to mycelium, the root-like structure of fungi, which has the unique ability to grow, self-repair, and biodegrade. Mycelium is also known for its strength and flexibility, making it an ideal candidate for use in soft robotics. By embedding mycelium within a network of sensors and actuators, the researchers created a biohybrid bot capable of sensing its environment and responding to stimuli, all while being environmentally friendly.

This fungus bot represents a significant step towards more sustainable robotics, demonstrating how living organisms can be harnessed to create innovative and eco-friendly technologies. The research also opens up possibilities for robots that can grow, adapt, and repair themselves in ways that conventional robots cannot, potentially revolutionizing fields such as environmental monitoring, agriculture, and even healthcare.

there is four actual elements that actually runs this bot besides of shell.

Fungus's Mycelium

Fungus's slug

UV light or UV array in the sun light

Electricity (it seperates as fungus related electrical pulse and electricity waves from censors)

firstly lets start with fungus mycelium: Mycelia are the underground vegetative part of mushrooms, and they have a number of advantages. They can grow in harsh conditions. They also have the ability to sense chemical and biological signals and respond to multiple inputs. so basically its neural system that transfers certain commands of activities between root and fungus itself

its slug is basically fungus's cell system or actual biohybrid organism it this case

once mycelium gets affected by UV lights it generates small electricity pulses to slug system and when slugs gets electrocuted by these pulses it acts like a muscle basically and it causes the slug to move or contract its muscles to activate.

and once you figure out how you gonna shape its muscle system and house them carefully you will have a "biohybrid robot" as their terms

the reason im taking this now is it reminded me "Fungus Baby Experiments" which is an inside name for series of projects that been continued for a while after corona until now.. Simply, the goal was to create or adapt an organism to thrive in different environments and make sure these environments livable by humans in the future by manipulating with artificial and external factors. Google it :)

anyways.. thats all from me this time..

until next time..

Sources:

for fungus baby experiments:

[bob-the-seagull-king]

WITNESS THE REALMS BEYOND

Officially announcing the upcoming kickstarter for VISIONS UNVEILED - A Catalogue of the Collectively Conjured. This is a labour of love between me and some amazing artists and we're so excited to finally show it off. Find the pre-launch page below!!!!

Check out the pre-launch page and get a taste of what's going to be coming soon! Our campaign officially launches June 15th so be prepared!

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I'm so excited to have this finally out in the world, and want to thank everyone who supported me, most of all the amazing collaborators without which this wouldn't even be possible!!

@quinnred @crabdominalpain @spacemanmacchiato @lil-tachyon

[liquidche]

These are just some sketches and concept art I did for my comic. I'm pretty shit at worldbuilding, but this is one of my favorite things I've come up with.

Meursaultium.

It's basically a fungus that is used to power machinery and biomechanical cybernetics. When liquidated, it can be pumped through synthetic veins just like blood. Those veins are meticulously placed in machinery and can be connected to regular human veins, at which pint it temporarily infects the bloodstream and flows all throughout the body, including the brain. And so that machinery can be controlled effectively as an extension of ones body. Overexposure to liquid meursaultium can cause its fungal form to grow and spread throughout the body, and if one remains stagnant enough, the fungus may emerge through orifices or even pores. Meursaultium filters can be used to prevent this.

Meursaultium can also, of course, be consumed by non cyborgs for a temporary physical performance boost.

It can also be used as a psychedelic, but I'm gonna save the how and why of that for the comic that I'm making set in this world.

[the-witchhunter]

Idea: fungal based computers

Mycelium aka the network of thread like filaments are a lot like nervous systems and connect and even transmit information through their systems. Like, there are actually spikes of electrical potential that gets transferred through the network and this is essentially the fungus “talking”

So in a scifi setting, what if people figured out how to cultivate a single strain of fungus, or perhaps discovered a strain of fungus on another planets and use that as biological computer system/network as

Do I necessarily think this would be entirely practical? Not really, but mushrooms are cool and I just think that could be fun to play with, especially if it’s a sentient or even sapient system that is learning since it’s essentially an artificial brain

And yes, the fungus can run DOOM

[feuer-in-soho]

The Mycelium Cube, an easy source of food to grow that requires minimal space and upkeep makes it a favorite with remote homesteaders. It is also valued by the city dwellers, stationers and spacers for these factors but also because it's easy to splice the base fungus with a psychedelic one, making it easy to grow large quantities of hallucinogens. That fact makes it a favorite with HORUS cells.

[hiddenpatricia]

The Bloomers.

Chapter 1. The fungal shadow.

Rolane Whiter pressed her gloved hand against the cold glass panel, her breath fogging the surface as she looks closely into the containment chamber. Inside, under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, a cluster of fungal growths pulsed weakly, as if breathing. Mycelial webs stretched across the brown soil like pale, invasive veins, all turning towards the tiny sapling in the center. It had been unfruitful for the last two weeks, now it stood vibrant and alive, its leaves an unnatural white.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

                 Biara Dubois voice startled Rolane. Her colleague leaned against the doorway of the lab, a cup of warm coffee in her hand. Biara’s dark curls were tied in a low bun, her lab coat splattered with faint traces of soil.

“It’s like we’re watching the Earth heal itself in real-time”

Rolane looked back, acknowledging Biara behind her as they lock eyes. She nodded, agreeing with Biara, before taking her gaze back to the fungus.

“Beautiful, you could say so, but something about it feels.. restless, like it’s searching for something more, something’s missing.”

                Biara raised an eyebrow. “Restless? Ro it’s a fungus not a philosopher.” She sipped her coffee, following it with a slight chuckle. “Come on, don’t let Emil’s big-picture speeches get to you. It’s doing what we designed it to do, just adapt and thrive.” She says as she hits Rolane on the shoulder softly,

                “I know” Rolane murmured, her voice just barely above a whisper. But her unease lingered. The Arbor Bloom Initiative had been her life for the past three years, her passion project, her final chance to make a difference. Yet the fungus they had engineered felt almost too perfect, it grew faster than anticipated, resisted environmental stresses, and communicated with itself through underground networks. The team had celebrated these milestones as miracles. Rolane, however, couldn’t shake the weird sense that they had pushed it too far.

“Dr. Whieter,” a sharp voice cut through the room. Both women turned to see Dr. Emil Coe striding in, his presence commanding as always. His always new tailored suits seemed out of place in the lab,  but Emil never cared for conventions. His piercing eyes locked onto Rolane. “We need you in the briefing room. Now.”

                Rolane exchanged a quick glance with Biara, her colleague raised her eyebrows in a “oh well” gesture, sipping her coffee and patting her on the back as she left. Rolane stood up, and followed Emil down the cold empty corridors.

                The TerraVita facility was basically a labyrinth of glass walls, stell walkways and buzzing sickly fluorescent lights. Every inch of it screamed cutting-edge innovation, a monument to humanity’s determination to undo centuries of environmental damage. Yet beneath its sleek surface, Rolane felt a tension, and she couldn’t quite out a finger on why.

                When they reached the briefing room, Emil didn’t bother with formalities, he gestured to a wall-sized monitor, which displayed a map of a dense forest in northern Canada. Red markers dotted the screen, clustered around a specific area.

“This is our test site,” Emil began, his voice measured but intense. “The Arbor Bloom fungus has exceeded all projections. The area’s biomass has increased by 300% in less than a month. Local wildlife populations are returning. We’re on the verge of finally proving this is scalable.”

Rolane swallowed dry with nerves, her chest tightened. “But those red markers, what are they?”

                Emil hesitated, just for a moment, but it was enough to set Rolane on edge. “Anomalies,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “Some animals in the region are exhibiting unusual behaviours. Increased aggression, primarily. It’s likely a side effect of reintroducing predators into a recovering ecosystem.”

“Increased aggression?” Rolane pressed, furrowing her eyebrows, “That doesn’t sound like a predator problem. Have you analysed the fungal interactions with the animals’ systems?”

                Emil’s gaze hardened. “We’re monitoring the situation; what matters is that the forest is thriving. This is the breakthrough we’ve been working towards”

“Thriving ecosystems don’t just turn aggressive doctor,” Rolane argued, her voice slightly rising with each sentence. “If the fungus is influencing animal behaviour, we need to understand why. We can’t move forward without all the data.”

                “Dr. Whieter,” Emil’s tone was sharp, his calm veneer cracking. “I appreciate your attention to detail, but this project isn’t about micromanaging every anomaly. It’s about results. Am I making myself clear?”

                Rolane bit back her answer. She could feel Biara’s absence intensely in that moment, her friend’s easy confidence replaced by Emil’s unyielding authority. “Yes, Dr. Coe”, she said finally, though the words tasted bitter.

“Good,” Emil said, smoothing his fixed tie. “I’ll expect your full support at the press conference next week. The world needs to see that we’re delivering hope, not doubts.”

                As Emil exited the room, Rolane sank into a chair, staring at the map on the monitor. Her mind raced with a thousand questions. What were those anomalies, really? And why was Emil so quick to dismiss them? She needed answers and wouldn’t find them sitting still.

                Later that evening, Rolane found herself in a dimly lit bar just a few blocks from the TerraVita facility. The room smelled of aged wood and spilled beer, and faint jazz music played in the background. She sat across from Biara, who was nursing a glass of wine while Rolane swirled her whiskey on the rocks.

                “You’re quiet tonight,” Biara said, swirling the wine in the tall glass she held. “Still thinking about the briefing?”

Rolane nodded. “It’s hard not to. Those red markers… something doesn’t add up. And Emil was like… so dismissive, not like him.”

Biara took a sip of her wine, her expression thoughtful. “He’s always been about the big picture, you know how he thinks this is the final step to basically… everything. If he thinks it’s just noise, maybe it is.”

                “Or maybe he’s hiding something,” Rolane countered, her voice tinged with frustration. “You’ve seen how fast this fungus is evolving. We’ve barely scratched the surface of what it’s capable of.”

Biara sighed, leaning back in her chair. “Look, I get it. You’re worried, but sometimes you need to step back. Take a breath. This is bigger than any one us, and Emil, annoying as he can be, knows what he’s doing.”

                Rolane frowned, her gaze distant. “I just can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong. And if I’m right… we might be risking more than we realize.”

Biara reached across the table, placing a reassuring hand on Rolane’s arm. “Then we’ll figure it out. Together. But not tonight, okay? Tonight, we drink, and you let yourself be a person for once.”

                A small smile tugged at Rolane’s lips. “Fine. But tomorrow, we start digging.”. Biara raised her glass in a toast. “Deal.”

                As they clinked their glasses, Rolane allowed herself a moment of respite. The weight of her doubts was still there, but for now, she could set them aside. Tomorrow would bring new questions, and hopefully, answers.

[stealreserve211]

Digital collage

[noxturnol]

lethal company oc (: they're a fungus infesting someone from the group that first encountered them. not inherently malicious (they think playing along with crews is fun) but hey if you're already dead what's a nibble between friends

[drtenebrisxii]

Onirica - Fighting for a Dream

Valenya had brought both Citrón and Viridión to one of the Training Chambers of the Temple of the Sacred Darkness in City 242. These chambers were protected by espirits and enchanted to be practically unlimited and malleable to the will of the wizards so they could siluate situations and also protect the outside from whatever they were going to do inside. They were always watched over by the Adeptus, wizards and clerics of the Dark God, and masters in the magical arts to the new generations of wizards. In this semi-infinite espace, the three of them would termine their fate: —You are not leaving without me, my friend— said Valenya once she was in front of her adversary, a toothy smile radiating confidences plastered in her face, and how could she not be confident in her own power and skill? —Jeje… Is not about me wanting to, but me having to…— said Citron solemnly, his eyes covered by his dark glasses, a tactic mostly useful against those with gray souls, those who could not cast magic, but not against her, someone who could feel auras, emotions and intentions. In the face of the champion of lemon candy appeared and excited and defiant smile: —Unless, of course, you prove you are up to the level— He summoned his candy sword, a ridiculous weapon in concept, but the witch of audacity had watched him slice demons with it as if they were nothing. —do not worry little fish, I'll show you what I'm made of!— and so she summoned her Avatar: Valenya's shadow stretched and darkened, within the darkness flashes of color could be seen, cosmic miasma, concentrated spirit swirling in the plain surface before it suddenly grew upwards, elevating and changing color: from black it became green, and from that inenarrable, almost liquid shadow texture, it changed to a cold and hard crystal; first it took the shape of a head with a feline face reminiscent to that of its summoner, gigantic spikes emerged from the nape and the back, while a pair of gigantic arms which ended in huge claws took form; the torso of the construct took feminine curves and fimnally the shadows withdrew leaving behind a pair of strong legs that also ended in large claws as well as a long tail. The eyes and what could be called mouth of the entity shined with an ardent radiance, as well as the tip of the tail. The Avatar had materialized, towering over the sweet daemon as the giant of 4 m it was, in a second. "Enough time for many things to happen", had thought both Citrón and Valenya, and the witch herself decided she needed to improved that. Citrón raised his guard, wielding his sword above his head, his body ready to throw himself into battle… or to repel any incomming attack. —Shall we begin?— asked him. Valenya summoned even more glass, this one stood hot, shifting, fluid, floating near her hands, a weapon that could take any shape she wished thanks to her affinity with fire and sand and replied: —Let's dance—

Tha battle didn't took long. Citrón showed the ferasome power, both physical and spiritual, of the sweet daemons by smashing Valenya's Avatar with just one hit, splitting it's torso in two with scary ease. The witch felt the recoil in how her resolve, her own self, shuddered at such display of power. Her Avatar was made of glass, but not just any glass, it was magical glass and, just like the candy of the sweet daemon, it would only break if the will of its summoner break as well. Being the Avatar a magical manifestation of her soul, that he had managed to do that made the whole thing even more terrifying for her. Valenya persevered, though, especially when the swordsman also charged with his aura while rushing towards her at full speed: flashes of illusory visions and sounds, foreign emotions and attempts at peek into her mind were repelled desperately by her, and to not stay behind, she tried her own attacks on the soul and thoughts of her opponent. Her spiritual counterattack was such that she lost focus on the physical reality and fell on her friend's trap: a candy spike summoned in just the right place so she slammed herslef against it! But thinking fast and using her staunch spiritual defense, she managed to make him fall in a trap as well! Glass can take many shapes after all, and nothing like a hyper polished crystal wall, to the point of being almost invisible, to get someone rushing towards you by surprise. She was intent on continuing with the battle, especially now that her avatar had reformed as if nothing had happened and tried to smash the stunned Citron with one of its claws, but he evade the attacked easily and unsummoned his sword, which disappeared in a puff of cosmic miasma before giving her both thumbs up in signal of approval: —jajaja! You pull my own trick against me! you passed! I'll be honored to travel with you, Valenya— It took her less than a second to react at this news. There were no trick, she could feel his sincerity and joy through the contact of their auras. —Yesssss!!! Meow!— Valenya hugged Citrón while her Avatar returned to her shadows — We are travelling together!!!— and began to sang this to Citróns amusement, who then explained that what had impressed him was her spiritual strenght and quick thinking: capable of keep fighting despite that first devastating blow to her avatar and resist hard enough to distract him and get him to fall on her own trap.

Valenya would leave City 242 sooner or later, that was inevitable. But when she meet the three sweet daemons and witness what they could do, she decided that, if she was going to leave, she'd better go with at least one of them. Citrón and Valenya easily got along during their walks through the city so she really wanted to travel with him: see more of the cities of Onírica, have adventures, meet new people and fight the forces of evil, the very same one that had taken so much from her and her brother. "Mom, here is where my dream begins… that life you safe is going to make this world into a better place… and I won't be alone in it".

The momment was interrupted by the hand of a tall and curious-looking being: Viridión, the myquita, who was now sporting that anthropomorphic shape that the descendants of Lord Verdante took for battle. —I'm very happy that had passed, Valenya, congratulations! now, if it isn't too much to ask for, or if our sweet friend here isn't too tired, could I take the test myself?— Myquitas' voices were always something weird to hear since they sound like a mix of gurgles, murmurs and others sounds that somehow sound like words. Some even made it so that their voices sounded manly-ish or feminine-ish, and some even managed to find the right frequencies to sound like none. Viridion's voice, though, sounde manly enough. —Je! Don't worry, Viridion, I have plenty of stamina, let's go!—

At the end of the day, both Viridión and Valnya managed to pass the test and soon the three of them would leave City 242.

Wednesday of Onírica! I had had the idea of Citron putting to test Valenya since I felt it was logical: a demon hunter can't travel with people who is not up to the task, that and also I thought it would be an interesting chance to show off a little of what Valenya could do ^^ especial thanks to my friend John who helped me a lot with ideas to develop Valenya's combat style and techniques :D hopefully next week I'll publish a pic of lore about the Felyxin magic: Avatar.

Anyway, hope you like this!! ^^

[kodanshamanga]

NEW Kodansha Digital: 🦾Fungus and Iron, Volume 5🦾 By Ayaka Katayama 🍄There are just two other Birthmarks left to find. In search of a new ally, the team travels to the female ward inside the continent that was once Africa. Read via Kodansha

[writing-prompts-for-palestine]

#169

An engineer has fallen in love with her ship. Specifically it's nuclear reactor. It takes the ship medic too long to figure out a new species of fungus has been propagating its spores in the irradiated chamber.

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Today’s campaign:

Mahmoud, who I have personally donated to.

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[simpsforscience]

🤔 While the concept of mind control by a fungus may seem like something out of a horror movie, ☠️ it's a very real phenomenon for ants of tropical forest ecosystems. 🐜🌳 Swipe through this post ➡️ to dive into the terrifying science-fiction like reality of the zombie-ant fungus. 🧟‍♀️🐜🧟‍♂️

[stellarisjuice]

building a Stellaris Empire democratically: part 2

after over a week and not one, but TWO polls (because one of them was somehow a three-way tie between twelve options), it is done, and you selected Fungoids. Now, it's time to pick a portrait.

(and here's the wiki page, it has them all in full resolution, under Fungoids)

Unfortunately, there are 16 in total and Stellaris only lets me put 12 options in a poll, so I made a few... strategic omissions. sorry if you wanted to play as the penis guy but I Am Not Doing That.

(unless enough people pick the reject option and force me to make another goddamn poll. but that's fine, i guess.)

[brainypixel]

For today's Forth World Four alien, we're reaching into the depths of space to show you the fungal-based Peira! I definitely wouldn't want to see one of these guys at the end of a dark corridor.

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[godofallthings]

Distorted image of a fungus based life-form discovered in outerspace… 🍄✨